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Thanks Ladies! ============================ >-->Special NEWS From Our Friend John Lynn :) , , /////| ///// | ///// | |~~~| | | |===| |/| | B |/| | | I | | | | B | | | | L | / | E | / |===|/ jgs '---' >Would you like to host the Thursday, July 8 Dayton area Fellowship with John Lynn? Hi Folks, Bless you! Will and Nancy Brooks now have a family illness situation that may take them out of town on July 8, so they can't host the planned fellowship that evening. If you would like to host it, please let me know by July 1, and I'll get the word out. I'd love to come and teach the Word. Love in Christ, John jal@tltf.org -- http://www.thelivingtruthfellowship.org/ http://www.youtube.com/JustTruthIt Check it out! ============================================================= >-->From Heartwarmer: __ \/.--, //_.' .-""-/""-. / __ \ / \\\ \ | || | \ / \ \ / \ '- / '-.__.__.' sjw >BUTTERMILK BISCUITS by Lisa Morris-Abrams I was 8 years old the last time I ate her homemade buttermilk biscuits and sun-dried apple treats. Now, 32 years later, the tastes and smells of those delectable treats embrace me. Come with me back to a time when life was slower, simpler, and satisfyingly sweet. Her name was Mrs. Cavender. She was my babysitter and replacement grandma. It was at her home that my sister, Leigh, and I spent our summer breaks. She was a delightfully spry old lady -- at least 60 years old. And to a young girl, that was close to extinction. The summers we spent there were full of wonderment. She lived in a very modest house that was a pale blue -- a robin's egg blue -- with white shingles and a detached garage. Sun catchers and wind chimes lined the screen porch at the front of her home. The wind constantly urged those chimes to sing. Huge oak trees covered the backyard like protective soldiers guarding-guarding a time that seemed to be suspended and in no hurry to catch up with the rest of the world. Leigh and I were free here. Free to explore the natural wonders that surrounded us. There were no electronic games, televisions, or iPODs to fill our minds. We had our imaginations. Our playhouses were made of branches and twine. Our tic-tac-toes were sticks and stones. It was in this backyard bubble we would spend four summers. And it was during these summers that I was introduced to homemade biscuits and sun-dried apple treats. These are the two things I remember the most. If I close my eyes, I can faintly smell and taste those biscuits. Those tasty treats filled to the brim with mounds of melted butter that remained as a flavorful ring on my napkin whenever I took a bite. Delicious! I could tell it was a biscuit day the moment I would walk through her kitchen door. The tell- tell sign of the Crisco shortening can on the counter would greet me. A smile would form on my lips. I remember the kitchen being very dark except for one small illuminating window above the sink. When the sunlight hit that Crisco can it was like a beacon welcoming me and urging me to grab a napkin because the biscuits were hot and ready. Before I began staying at Mrs. Cavender's house, the only way I had ever eaten an apple was raw or sauced. She introduced Leigh and me to the timeless tradition of sun-dried apples. I can still see the boxes lined outside her front porch-lined with sheets, wire, and sliced thin apples. The wire served as a drain and the sheets helped keep the pesky bees and flies from tasting what would soon be our afternoon treat. When my Dad would pull up in her driveway with those apples drying in the sun before me, I could not contain my excitement. I have never again tasted dried apples quite as scrumptious as hers. The tartness of the apples was replaced with a wholesome sweetness. And rather than a crunchy sensation, my mouth was met with a chewy delight. Biscuits and apples. So seemingly simple, yet treasured memories. When I reflect back on those days, it makes me grateful for the simple pleasures. In Mrs. Cavender's world, simplicity was a way of life -- a long lost forgotten art. I can't say I dry apples for my family and couldn't bake a biscuit from scratch if I had to. Instead I live in a world of Pop-tarts and Rice Krispies -- still served with love -- just by a generation a little too rushed and not quite simple enough. -- Lisa Morris-Abrams __________________________________________________ Lisa says, "I have been an educator for the last 20 years. I currently reside in Crestview, Florida and teach 4th grade Language Arts. I love what I do. I also love my two precious children and four furry dogs. I am addicted to Labrador Retrievers. Recently I have had a streak of publishing success, and I am hoping it doesn't stop anytime soon." ===================================================================== >-->From CupO'Cheer: ,-=-. [[_ @~] ((a a)) ` = ' _.-) (-._ /( ("+") )\ / \ \./ / \ (=<( \/8\/ )>=) \ \- 8| -/ / \/_> 8|<_\/ ;-.__;,-; | | | | | | | | '-.___,;' ) ) / ' |( ) ( \_ /_|^--' gpyy \_! DURING THE ATTACK on Pearl Harbor, nurses ran out of marker and so they used their own lipstick write to write on the foreheads of wounded patients... "M" meant a sailor had received morphine. "C" meant he was in critical condition. "F" meant he was fatally wounded. THOUGHT: Imagine nearly all of the people you meet in your daily walk has a letter "F" on their forehead. They are fatally wounded by sin (Romans 3:10, 23; 6:23 and its effects. Will you simply stand by and watch them perish, or will you offer them the ONLY life- giving, soul-saving, cure (1 Corinthians 15:1-4)? KneEmail: "Let him know that he who turns a sinner from the error of his way will save a soul from death and cover a multitude of sins." James 5:20; cf. Jude 23 Bible reading for 04.12.10: Luke 11:29-54; 1 Samuel 19-21 as seen in KneEmail -<>- .========. .========. // I .'..' \ // VI.'.,".\ || II .'..'| || VII..'..| || III .'."| || VIII,'.'| || IV ,','.| || IX.'".'.| || V '..'.'| || X .'..',| jgs .\_________/ .\_________/ >HOW TO BE A GODLY EMPLOYEE (based on the 10 Commandments) 1. Trust in God only. Trust in no one but GOD. People will disappoint you. God created you and has a wonderful plan for your life. He is too good to do wrong, and too wise to make a mistake. Let His peace abide in you. (Proverbs 3 :5-6) 2. Worship God only. Don't make your career, your company, or your boss a god. If you do, you will provoke Him to jealously and will end up fighting Him. In fact, He may hinder you from achieving what you want until you are broken of the idolatry. (Exodus 20:5). [Now translation for those who know of the devil and his works - ie: Christians: You will be turning your back on the one and only true God thus giving room for the devil to enter into your life and make your life a living hell. Not Good.] 3. Use God's Name Reverently. Don't swear!! Clean words come out of a clean heart! If your co- workers know that you are a Christian, but they hear the Lord's Name used in vain, or cursing and swearing from your mouth, you will give the appearance of being a hypocrite. Matthew 15:17-19). 4. Work Six Days and Rest on the Seventh. Before you beg for more vacation time, ask yourself a few questions, "Do you honor the Sabbath?" God has already given you 52 days of time off that equates to seven weeks. "Are your expectations for work, vacation, and retirement realistic?" By resting one day a week, you can avoid burnout. (Genesis 3:17-19). 5. Respect and Obey Your Boss. You should respect and obey your boss, because you don't know what it's like to be in their shoes. Plus, your ultimate boss is the Lord. Serve Him faithfully on the job, and He will bless you. However, if your boss commands you to do something illegal or immoral, you must make a stand and obey God rather than man. (Ephesians 6:5-8). 6. Protect and Respect Human Life. Emotional, mental, physical, and spiritual manipulation, abuses and violence have no place in the workplace...or any place. You do not have the right to use and abuse your boss, co-workers, employees, customers, or suppliers. (1 Thessalonians 3:1-2). 7. Be True to Your Spouse. If you are not getting the kind of attention that you feel you deserve at home, it's common to seek it with someone at work. Honor your wedding vows by avoiding company romances! They are very tempting, very real, and very common. They are also very wrong and very destructive. (Matthew 19:8-9). 8. Do Not Take What Belongs to Others. Stealing at work can take many forms. You can choose to steal materials, money, time, productivity, and joy from your employer and others. Do not remove your integrity by stealing. (II Corinthians 7:1-2). 9. Do Not Lie About Others. Do not fabricate stories about your boss, co-workers, and spread gossip for the sake of company politics. You are here to be the salt and the light, not the pepper and the darkness!! Truth always rises to the surface, and eventually you will be ashamed and rebuked if you lie. (II Peter 2: 10-13 ). 10. Be Satisfied With What You Have. Contentment doesn't mean that you cannot pursue God-given goals, but it does mean that you are content with what He has provided you with, day after day. Contentment is a rare quality in today's culture, but it is extremely liberating! Materialism, striving for rank , backstabbing, and discontent lead to emotional, mental, financial, and spiritual bondage. (I Timothy 6:6-11 ). Enjoy, Annie Krouse -<>- To SUBSCRIBE: Send an e-mail with SUBSCRIBE CUP O'CHEER in the subject line to cheer316@sc.rr.com. ================================================================ <> .-"""-. ||::::::========== /= ___ \ ||::::::========== |- /~~~\ | ||::::::========== |=( '.' ) | ||================ \__\_=_/__/ ||================ {_______} ||================ /` * `'--._|| /= . [] . { > / /|ooo |`'--'|| ( )\_______/ || \``\/ \ || `-| == \_| || / | || |= >\ __/ || \ \ |- --| || \ __| \___/ || jgs _{__} _{__} || ( )( ) || ^^~ `""" `""" ~^^^~^^~~~^^^~^^^~^^^~^^~^ >"You Can Do It!" Story Editor: by Ted Edinger Joyce Schowalter Louisiana, USA I grew up on a small North Dakota town back in the 50s and 60s. My brother-in-law was a farmer, so we kids were taught at an early age to drive tractors and other vehicles. I started driving tractor for my brother-in-law during the summer of my 11th birthday. One summer day near that time my dad's pickup needed to be moved, so he told me to back it up. Unfortunately, I backed into our swing set, bending the A-frame but not damaging the pickup. I was scared because I wasn't sure how Dad would react. Dad wasn't mad, but came over and moved the pickup himself. Then as a teenager I worked for Jim Seitz during the summer on his farm. Jim had a self-propelled windrower that we used for cutting hay during the summer and grain during fall harvest. I loved to drive the windrower that cut the grain and laid it in rows so the combine could come along to pick it up and harvest the grain. One day, I drove the windrower to get gas from the big farmyard fuel tank. The fuel tank was mounted on a big metal frame 12 feet high. I ran into the frame, breaking one of the machine's wooden slats. I stopped the machine and got off. I assumed Jim would back it up for me, as my father had. To my surprise, Jim said, "Get back up on that machine -- you can do it." And I did! Talk about a confidence builder -- my self-confidence went sky high that day. During harvest, Jim had me do custom windrowing with that same machine, which pushed my confidence level up several more notches. I would take off the drive chains, bolt on a special hitch, then hitch it to a pickup truck and pull the windrower backward down country roads to whatever fields needed to be cut that day. Many other little gestures of confidence -- plus the "can do" attitude Jim had toward me -- carried me through some hard times. In particular, he helped me get through my army basic training. One day my actions weren't to our Drill Sergeant's satisfaction. He made me stand next to a wall and beat my head against it while repeating, "I'm a dud, I'm a dud, I'm a dud." While I was doing this, the image of that summer day on the farm and Jim telling me "Get back up there, you can do it!" came flooding back to my mind. I knew the words the sergeant was making me say weren't true; he didn't break my spirit! Jim's "can do" attitude helped me through basic training, advanced individual training, and jump school. From that training, I became an airborne military policeman with the 82nd Airborne Division at Fort Bragg, North Carolina. It just goes to show what a huge impact can be created by small gestures of faith and confidence in a person. =======HeroicStories======= >-->From Archives InspiredBuffalo: .---. /` ___|`\ |_/ \| ( -/- ) \_ - _/ .-'|_|'-. / \ / O \ / _____!_____ \ /.-------------.\ \| ,;, |/ | ;;; | | ;;;;;;;;; | | `';;;'` | | ;;; | | ;;; | | ::: | | ';' | | | _| _ __ __ _|_ jgs_/ _ __ ___ __ _\_ _/ __ ___ _ ___ __ _ \_ >How sweet the sound by Ron Gold My name is Frank Thomas Pulver. I'm an ordained Christian minister. My wife, Clara, and I manage a waterfront chapel called The Mission of Friends. We're located on what most people call "Skid Row". I also work within the community, locating and amassing food, used clothing, bedding and furniture. At the mission I counsel homeless men and deliver a sermon each day. Clara, who cooks and does laundry, also plays piano in our dining room/chapel. Together we minister to the basic needs of misdirected souls who find shelter at our mission. As I said, The Mission of Friends isn't really a church - just a storefront with an almost invisible small sign and the inescapable aroma of good home cooking. We've been here 10 years so the men who need us know us. And we get good daily turnouts. The dining room has three long tables and some 50 hard back bridge chairs. We serve good food - family style on tables dressed with homey paper tablecloths. I personally welcome each visitor with a smile and a hearty handshake. I invite them to sit, relax and enjoy our hospitality. I used to start with a sermon and then say grace but I soon realized that the word of God was a distant second to a good meal often the only food these homeless men have eaten all day. After my post dinner sermon, I invite the men to the basement where they can shower and get a fresh change of donated clothing. Clara plays popular old time tunes and hymns on the out of tune upright piano, keeping time by moving her soft brown curls while she and many guests sing along. I remember one magical evening last March when two neatly dressed men in their seventies entered our mission. "My name is Joey," the smaller balding man said. "This is my pal, Edgar. We're both retired Merchant Mariners. We live on our pensions and we've come to spend time with you and these men. We hope to help you lead them to the good Christian life." Suddenly there was a small commotion as Edgar reached over and stole a chicken leg from one man's plate. He then used his left hand to scoop mashed potatoes from a large serving bowl. Then he hoisted a ceramic pitcher and started gulping milk. He smiled, expelled a loud belch and then a thunderous bass laugh. Joey and I went to make peace, while Clara played more upbeat music. Joey, who separated his laughing friend from irate diners, said, "Please excuse Edgar. He's sick. He cannot remember where he is or how to act. I help him dress and shower. I even comb his hair and shave him. He spends a lot of time watching television but doesn't understand whether he's watching news or a comedy. He loves cartoons. They make him laugh." Joey told me, "I believe Edgar can help you in your ministry. This God fearing wild man, who eats with his fingers and burps loudly, is a former choirboy and what he remembers are the hymns he sang as a young boy. We visit different missions and Edgar sings and people are moved. Will you allow him to sing here tonight?" I agreed. Joey replaced Clara at the piano and began playing some blues chords in stride rhythm. The piano somehow tuned itself! Edgar stood alongside the piano, placing one massive hand atop the upright and began singing. "Amazing Grace," he sang in a pure boy soprano register. "How sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me! Long was lost, but now am found, was blind, but now I see." All eyes stared at the large man with the salt and pepper pony tail and the naturally sweet boy soprano voice. "'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, And grace my fears relieved; How precious did that grace appear, The hour I first believed." The mission became silent except for the piano, the giant man with the schoolboy voice, and the sound of sobbing guests. The men at the long tables put down their utensils and stared at the massive man with the boyish voice that overpowered the piano. "Yea, Lord," one man cried. "Hallelujah!" another yelled. "You tell it, man!" a black man added. "Through many dangers, toils and snares, I have already come; The grace hath brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home." Joey brought the hymn to an end. And I began speaking about home, love and a grace filled giant with a graying pony tail and a young boy's pure voice. And everyone listened. I turned to thank Joey and Edgar but they had left during my sermon. On the piano keyboard was an envelope with the words, "The Mission of Friends." Inside was a hundred dollar bill. By the way, the piano remains in perfect tune. Ron Gold -<>- .-. ,-"""-, / \__ \ | / `\ | \( ^.^ )/ \ - / .-'|;---;|-. (\/ ||___|| `\ \\__/ \__| C|`----`|D __//| | | |====( | | | | _/_/___.---- .===| |====\ /===. | ('------') ( '----' ) | jgs | | Grandmother's Recipe Book for Living and Life (written as if I was the granddaughter) I visited my grandmother when she was 92 years young. She asked if I would like anything of hers and I responded your old cookbook. The cookbook was a circa 1940-1950 Good Housekeeping book. She handed it to me and told me to take it now. When I got home with the book, I noticed at the end of the book was a list of ten things grandma wanted to accomplish in her life. One was skiing the Alps which she did at the age of 91. The curious thing was as each item was crossed off, in another shakier handwriting a new item was added. During our next visit I asked why she added new things to her list. She responded, "If I have something to look forward to in this life, then I never get tired of living." I am reminded of such things as "The Odessy" where the journey is better than the destination. I think I will start adding a list of 10 things I wish to do in my life. B.J. Cassady Guthrie, Okla For Mrs Grudier -<>- 8 8 8 /```| .@@@@@, 8 8 | 66|_ @@@@@@@@, 8 (\/) 8 C _) aa`@@@@@@ 8 \/ 8(\/) \ ._| (_ ?@@@@ 8 |8:\/:~:~) /:~:~: =' @@@@~:~:8 |8::::::/\\/`\;_:::\ (__:::::8 |8:::::| \ '\___/``\\// `\)::8 |8::::|| | '|::/ / ^^ \ \::8 |8::::|| | ' \:| \__/\__/ |::8 |8o:::|\ \ ' |:\_\ /_/:::8o |"8o:::=\ \===::/`\`%%`/'\:::"8o |\"8o~| \_\ \| `""` |:~:\8o \ \"8o\ ))) \ \:::"8o \ \"8o:`. \ \ \:::"8o \|~~~~~| -|| -|mmmmmmmmmmmm~~~~| `~~~~~| || |~~| |~| |~~~~~` jgs | || | |__| |__| | || | \ | \ | |__||__| (~~^\(~~^\ ( \ \ `-._)`-._) `-._)-._) >About Hugs A hug is a warm expression That lies somewhere between 'I like you' and 'I love you.' It can be given anywhere; Anytime, even when least expected And is always appreciated. A hug can say many things... Glad to know you... Let's be friends... Haven't seen you for awhile... So nice to see you again. A hug goes even deeper... It can speak for the heart without words. A hug is sharing moments of sorrow saying I'm here to share your burden. If you need me you can depend on me. A hug lifts the spirit and Deepens friendship, it says: You're a person of worth. You're a friend and I care. Anon -<>- ____ .' '. ____ / .;;;;. \ .-' '-. | /////\\\ | / ,;;;;, \ | |( '\'( | | {{{{{{}} | \ `\ -_/ / | {)'<' }}} | ;<\ (>; \ {\_= /}}}/ /`|\`\_//|`\ `{{) \}}} ;# LI__:_LI #\ /`\`""`/`\ | | .--. | \ / '--' \ | #| |__| |\ # \ / () \ | ; |#\ #\ / / \ \ \# \ \/ \# \__/-._/ () \_.-\ `\#/ \ | \_.'=-;._/ \_.-; |/ \| //\_/`\_/ () `\|_\ | _| | || ||'-.______.-'`\ | | | ||_...._||._ _.-' | |\ | //.----.\\ ;```--```; | || | |`-....-'| | /| | | ||__ | \ / | || | |.-.|| | '.____.' ; --||.-.| | _ ;| | | || _ | jgs ;/ \`;--'| ;._.|`'/`\ | _< |__.; |.__| >_ | \_/ \__) (__/ \_/ >A Lovely Day To Praise The Lord It's a lovely day to praise the Lord For a day that's fresh and new, That's filled with nature's beauty, Created just for you. It's a lovely day to look, to see, The flowers, the trees, the birds, The music of their voices rings, None sweeter can be heard. It's a lovely day to thank the Lord, As all around we see The vastness of blue skies above, and feel the summer breeze. It's a lovely day to think of how He cares for us each day. As we journey in this life, He's there to lead the way. Written By: Helen Gleason - 1999 (If you send this poem along to friends, please include the author's name. 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Law and Order In the Court Day 99. Miami Vice President's Day 98. Trash Basket Case Day 97. Bank Balancing Act Day 96. Stop Sign Language Day 95. Road Sign of the Times Day 94. Power to the People Who Need People Day 93. Bank of America the Beautiful Day 92. Rent One-on-one day 91. Cracker Barrel of Laughs Day 90. United Parcel Post Day 89. Save a Tree House Day 88. Car Wash and Wear Day 87. Long John Silverfish Day 86. Sittin on the Dock of Ebay Day 85. Jim Carryout Day 84. American Pie in the Sky Day 83. Left Behind the 8 Ball Day 82. Burger King of the Road Day 81. Taco Bell Bottom Blues Day 80. Classic Car 54 Where Are You Day 79. Bud Lite Plane Day 78. Daytona Beach Night 77. Weather or Not Day 76. Land of Lincoln Lakes Day 75. Kentucky Fried Family Day 74. Christmas Club Card Day 73. Take the Plunger Day 72. No Fear Factor Day 71. Penny U.S. Marshals Day 70. Honest Abe Lincoln Penny Day 69. My Old Kentucky Homewrecker Day 68. One Day at A Time Out Day 67. 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A House is not necessarily a Home Sweet Home Day. 35. Where's the Beefsteak Day 34. SPAM Celebration Day (Email or the meat?) 33. The Barber Shopping Network Day 32. Not So Greatful Dead Day 31. Daylight Savings and Loan Day 30. Here Comes the Sun-Day 29. Working For The Weekend Day 28. Co-Dependence Day 27. DUFUS Awareness Day 26. Doobie Brotherhood Day 25. Goodbye Ruby Tuesday 24. Sport Utility Company Day 23. Not So Rare Earth Day 22. Pro Life and Death Day 21. Good NewsDay 20. National Going To Pot Day 19. Dig a Ditch Day 18. Wal Mart Greeters (final) Retirement Day 17. Coffee break day 16. All Fools Day 15. Sunday Mass Transit Day 14. Forgotten Holidays Day 13. All Holidays Day 12. Day by Day Day 11. Day-Off Day 10. Official Start of Christmas Shopping Season Day (Once Thanksgiving, now believed to be the weekend before Labor Day) 9. False Labor Day 8. Wicked step-mother's Day 7. Hallmark Card Shark Day 6. Bring Your Handgun to Work Day 5. Mulroneymas 4. Deadbeat Dad's Day 3. Not So Bad Hair Day 2. Put Your Daughter to Work Day ...and the #1 Rejected Public Holiday... 1. Doris Day This post is brought your way by Sermon Fodder and Joke A Day Ministries. To subscribe drop a note to Sermon_Fodder-subscribe@yahoogroups.com -<>- __________ |DAILY NEWS| |&&& ======| |=== ======| |=== == %%$| |[_] ======| |=== ===!##| ejm97 |__________| >Trouble for the Gray Lady Truth or Consequence at the New York Times As a way of keeping up with what's happening around the world, I read the New York Times every day, sometimes through clenched teeth. I've often thought its legendary slogan should be "All the news that fits our bias we print." It is unashamedly liberal, but in my mind a great paper nonetheless. To its credit, the Times has exposed and acknowledged an incredible breach of trust. Reporter Jayson Blair repeatedly misled editors and readers with fraudulent dispatches and plagiarism. Grievous problems were found in thirty-six of the seventy-three columns he has written since last fall. The Times reported all of this in an agonizing page-one story in which it acknowledged its own failings and raised serious questions about the supervision of reporters and ethical standards followed by its reporters and editors. The Times said that it must trust its employees to "uphold central principles Š " and that "Mr. Blair repeatedly violated the cardinal tenet of journalism which is simply truth." The Times statement is admirable. I agree with it 100 percent. The cardinal tenet of journalism is truth. The problem is that the Times doesn't believe there is such thing as truth-that is, absolute reality. In fact, probably no newspaper in America has been harsher on evangelicals and conservative Catholics for making truth claims or, as it has disparagingly called them, "moral absolutes." Truth is, by its very nature, an exclusive claim-that is, if what is being stated is true, something else cannot also be. And truth is true even if no one believes it, yet the Times and much of the academic establishment in America rejects this proposition. In fact, so wide-spread is the postmodern philosophy today that 64 percent of Americans believe that there is no such thing as moral truth. But now the Times finds itself caught in what has been called "the postmodern impasse." It may be fashionable to dismiss moral truth claims, but the absence of truth leads to chaos, and we find we can't live with it. The Times can't live with a reporter carrying its own philosophy to its logical conclusion. The editors want their people to report only truth, but they don't believe absolute truth exists. Should we then be surprised that a twenty-seven-year-old journalist steeped in postmodernism and multiculturalism-points of view vigorously defended in the pages of the New York Times-doesn't believe "the cardinal tenet of journalism which is simply truth"? If we say there is no truth, we shouldn't be surprised when people make up stories and pass them off as if they actually happened. And this is one of those issues that we can use with our secular friends to show that the position of the secular world today, its belief system, is philosophically untenable. You cannot live with the logical conclusion of what they say they believe. I respect the Times and its handling of this crisis. The problem is that the Times can't possibly solve its own problem. This is a crisis of truth that will be solved only when our elites, like the New York Times, reject postmodern relativism and once again commit themselves to the honest pursuit of the truth. Copyright (c) 2003 Prison Fellowship Ministries ==================================================================== _ ____ /( ) _ \ / // /\` \, ||--||--||- \| |/ \| ||--||--||- ~^~^~^~~^~~~^~~^^~^^^^^^^^^^^^ Ernst 'pooh' Mulder >Quick Thinking Story Editor: by Adrianne Rainwater Clayton Bennett California, USA One day, I was at work when my husband called and asked me to sit down. I guessed that he was going to tell me something very important, and frantically asked him what was wrong. He said I needed to go out to the pasture where the horses were, and go now. The pasture was 20 minutes from where I work as a graphic artist in a small town print shop. I had rented seven acres for my four hoses to graze on, as I feel it is much healthier than keeping them in a stall. My yearling colt had evidently rolled in the dirt too close to the wire fence, and put his leg through the fence. When he stood up, his leg was caught, and he must have twisted around and around trying to get free. The fence wrapped around his back leg, cutting it to the bone. Our neighbor boy, "Jimmy", only 10 years old at the time, saw the colt's dilemma. He was very resourceful. Seeing a sign near the pasture offering the colt for sale, he called the number on the sign with his cell phone. He reached my husband, who then called me. Jimmy's quick thinking probably saved the colt's life. Then two more people pitched in. Some folks who live down the road saw the colt and stopped their truck. One worked to cut the leg loose from the fence while the other went running to look for a halter. At the same time, they called their veterinarian and took full responsibility for the cost. While they waited for the vet, they fixed the cut fence so the other horses wouldn't get out. They have horses so they knew just what to do. By the time I got there, no one was around -- but Jimmy came running when he saw me to let me know what had happened. The colt was well taken care of, beautifully stitched up and bandaged, and put away in the shed by the road. This was a perfect place to confine him; I kept him there to recover from his injury. He recovered perfectly and has only a tiny scar. I found out the names of his rescuers and went to visit with them. I wanted to thank them, pay the vet bill and find out what had happened. They were very gracious, saying what a beautiful colt I had and how perfectly he had behaved for them as they worked to free him and waited for the vet. |\__ /| | ( |\\\ / `\\\\ ( (e `\\\\\ | | ``\\\\....________......__,;;;, _ | |\ ``` `.;;; ___..--^/( | | \ `.;; ' o 9 ;;| O | \ |;; `-____ `__// \ |;' ``-.' ;;;,..__| ` ' |' \ '';;; | ' \ /; \ ' | | _.'\ (; \ | |'\| |..______...--' \ |\ \ | , | | | | |; | | \ | / /..___.| |--| | /;' / | | ) / /.' | | | |\ \ | / / | / /' ( ) | | || | | | / ( | | | ( ) ||\ | | | | .'.\ \ | | | | ||( /__( | | / / \ `._ | | | | /_( /__( /_( `._/ / | | | /__( / | /__( by Felix Lee (flee@cse.psu.edu) Later, I explored the area and realized that was a favorite place for all the horses to roll. To prevent another accident, I laid down huge rocks there. And I now keep my horses in a different pasture with different fencing. Three people I didn't know went out of their way to rescue my colt from his own mistake. 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